Appearance – Well….he’s a skeleton, thin and has a small sad smile on his face if it isn’t blank. Wears an old fashioned style of clothes. Slightly dark grass green trousers, a white shirt that’s hanging out with loose arm cuffs, a simple green tie, a green waistcoat and a pair of green gloves with out fingers that also show off the knuckles, he also wears some old, second hand plain black shoes. Blank eye sockets, a zipper mouth and no tongue or ears. He does have dark ginger hair, mainly a fringe really, but he’s a bit touchy about it. (all the green items of clothing are actually the same colour as the trousers, just couldn’t be bothered repeating it all each time.) One odd thing about him is that he can pull out various items and things from under his shirt, he just opens a couple of buttons, sticks his arm in, roots around an pulls something out, normally small items, it’s quite helpful for carrying stuff around. He also has a green satchel which he carries some books and other items around in.

Personality – Quite calm and gives off a sad feel. He’s quite inquisitive and curious about humanity and life as he has never had much contact with anyone apart from his father and most of the times when he met people, it wasn’t in the best of circumstances, so he’s a bit shy as well now. He’s quite clever but that’s mainly because he doesn’t forget things. He likes reading in his spare time, and the more unrealistic, the better. He has a soft spot for cats and is a nice fellow. He is normally a perfect little gentleman as Famine hammered the manners and why he should be polite into him.

Background story - He was born, somehow, one of the things he doesn’t like talking about, and was raised by his father, according to his father he never had a mother. He chooses not to question this. When his father was on business he would normally be left with War, Famine or Plague as babysitters, which is where he learnt to fight, cook and be gentlemanly and how to cure, poison and some other sciences. He learnt many other more interesting skills from his father, such as necromancy, about souls and spirits, various undead and other species, and of course, how to reap. He was allowed some contact with the outside world but this normally only extended to the end of the words “YOUR TIME HAS COME” and as such he never got much social skills, he did meet some other undead children at meetings and gatherings his father sometimes went to. He creeped out and scared most of them but did make some short friendships.Death, being a concerned parent would normally never leave Michael alone in the house, but one day when the other horsemen were busy, and after a lot of consoling and “I’ll be okay” Death decided to leave Michael on his own. As he left he was told to never look through Daddy’s stuff, to never ever open anything and lastly to NEVER EVER OPEN THE BIG BLACK DOOR. At the young age of 105, the first thing Michael did was ignore all the desks, papers and locked things and walk over to the BIG BLACK DOOR and open it.. Inside there were numerous time pieces which, when touched, showed a person’s life as it happened, the ones closest to the door showed those that were born and the ones furthest away showed those that were dying and dead. Michael being the kind hearted thing he is, would often do little things like turn the time pieces running out of time upside down for good people as he couldn’t stand by and see good people die young. After a while his father realised what was happening and got a little upset. Basically he was grounded and told to stay in his room, for a year, he says it was very boring and lonely. His father and the other horsemen met up and decided the boy needed to learn discipline and how good and evil weren’t meant to matter in the reaping business, as after all, death comes for everyone in the end.He did have a small relationship with a young girl three years before he went to the school whom he missed a lot when he was grounded, he had given her father some more time and had noticed that her timer didn’t have a lot of sand in it when he passed it. He was very lonely at the time and wanted someone to talk to, so he decided to go and meet her. Her name was Aliza, she was eleven years old, had brown hair and got over the initial fear of a small skeleton boy crawling out of the ground quite quickly, even if she did run inside to go get a frying pan to hit him with, he still has a small dent where she hit him. She also didn’t have a lot of friends and her parents were at work a lot so she had spent most of her time in the forest behind her house where they had met. She had stared at him silently as he crawled out of the ground and after Michael was half-way out and was about to push his way out with his arms, he noticed her and they stared at each other for a few seconds, Michael had just noticed she had nice dark brown eyes before she screamed, kicked his head off, shoved his body over and ran off to get the frying pan.After the small blip at the start they got along famously and she would normally find him waiting outside in the forest for her after she got back from school. Michael found Aliza to be funny, intelligent and fascinating and meeting her became the high points of his days. They would play games, invent stories, daydream and on a few rare occasions after a lot of coaxing and whining from Aliza, Michael would put on a hoodie, pull up his collar and they would go shopping in the small, nearby town, they ha a lot of fun on Halloween where Michael was able to be with her all day and meet some of her friends without them being terrified.Unfortunately Michael’s father soon found out about everything so he had only a few rushed minutes to run inside, get to her room and tell her what was happening before his father appeared behind him in a dark cloud of acrid black smoke, grabbed him, glared at Aliza and evaporated into smoke again with a screaming, squirming, fighting Michael locked in his grip. After some pleading an begging, his father had decided not to return and silence her so long as Michael agreed to do as he was told, Michael hastily agreed and was grounded until he was told to go to school, he hopes to get in and out quickly and meet up with Aliza again after.

Type – Demonic creature, son of death. Has some Necromancer skills and is a reasonably skilled fighter, this makes him quite a threat as he is quite fast, determined and mildly invincible. He has some powers over darkness, life-and-death, a few dark-magic spells and bone magic.

Weapon – A plain scythe, made from a wood and some form of metal, which is indestructible and can return to him in any way if he loses it. It can change it’s temperature so that it can freeze the air behind it as it swings or burst into flame and leave a burning trail of fire and hot air behind it, it is also extremely sharp but can change it’s edge so that when it hits you it wouldn’t really do any damage, just hurt a little. Has a few symbols on it which glow faintly sometimes but as Michael hasn’t mastered the weapon, it’s secrets and power remain hidden.

Trinkets – A plain gold-coloured locket around his neck that holds two pictures inside.

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=-"I'm sophisticated, charming, suave, and debonair, Professor. But I have never claimed to be civilized."

Appearance - Honoo is tall with orange shades because of his sensitive eyes,his skin is tan,but he himself has all white hair,he is a bit of a nerd and usually wears his red robe around him like a cape from his shoulders down,he wears two rings (Both on his middle finger)that are all red with an exception of the orange flame imprint. He has all black jeans with a t-shirt that usually has a comic book hero or villain on it,when he speaks he usually tends to have a jamaican accent,he is always seen with some kind of comic in his hand

Personality-Loyal,Nerdy,Lover boy-Honoo loves comics or anything to do with girls,he's not the kind of nerd to shy away from a fight when things get serious he gets rid of the comic and pulls out his Scythe of flames and gets ready for battle,he doesn't usually tend to go in on his own but relies more on teamwork to take out his enemies and obstacles,usually likes to eat strawberry waffles,and spends his time(you guessed it)reading comics,or daydreaming about girls

Background-as a child Honoo was raised by his mother(his father died for bieng unfaithful) who was a priest of pyarados ever since he could remember his mother had taught him the ways of how to properly pray to pyarados and do spells he was an only child and because of the intense training never got to hang around other people as a result he began to dream of girls and having friends,he read comics to fill that void and as of now it is his obsession.

Type- Priest

God-Pyarados-Gives him the ability to do attack type spells more than those of the healing variety like that of a fire when in control he has a lot of potential when out of control he tends to be quite dangerous to himself and those around him

Weapons- Instead of having a physical weapon he can form his scythe from black flames,because it is constantly reformed from different flames he can't charm his weapon,it is about 6' 3 but surprisingly light for it's looks,if it was not long it would be a horrible weapon, it isn't used like normal metal but meant only to touch you once it touches you is sets your soul ablaze killing you on the inside when all is said and done it leaves the mark of flames on the victims eyes a tribute to pyarados the side effect of this weapon is using it requires a lot of energy,as a result it is only to be used during emergencies because if it misses or is over used the results could be deadly for Honoo.

If you're going to make a teacher, shouldn't they be a little older than 17? Just curious because I don't know many 17 year old teachers.

Fenix13 : Cheesemore if you get any more awesome this thread is gonna explo- WHAT THE FFFUUUUUUUUUUU- *Everybody dies*BeeAre : i'm just going to go ahead and say it: this thread is cheesemore's thread now. like. he's officially spam's last post crusader, always seeking the last post like a knight looking for the holy grail. poor bastard. godspeed you goofy motherfucker.JesusChrist : 16. Cheesemore should always be addressed as "fucking Cheesemore" because he's so pathetic [see: Last one to post thread]SoulScavenger : Cheesemore, your avatar is awesome. That is all.Akaine : Cheesemore...if this was facebook, I'd approve of your comment with clicking 'like'.sam4books : Cheesemore earns an awesome point.

Well, then again, if it is mixed, whose to say that there will be an even number of guys and girls? There might be a lot of boys, and then you might get paired up! (I can't help but be optimistic for ya.)

Fenix13 : Cheesemore if you get any more awesome this thread is gonna explo- WHAT THE FFFUUUUUUUUUUU- *Everybody dies*BeeAre : i'm just going to go ahead and say it: this thread is cheesemore's thread now. like. he's officially spam's last post crusader, always seeking the last post like a knight looking for the holy grail. poor bastard. godspeed you goofy motherfucker.JesusChrist : 16. Cheesemore should always be addressed as "fucking Cheesemore" because he's so pathetic [see: Last one to post thread]SoulScavenger : Cheesemore, your avatar is awesome. That is all.Akaine : Cheesemore...if this was facebook, I'd approve of your comment with clicking 'like'.sam4books : Cheesemore earns an awesome point.

ha, about the cafeteria's lunch you are all screwed except for me and McQuinny unless you bring your own lunch (McQuinny cause he's a skeleton and therefore has no stomach) and me cause i can simply eat shadows

Fenix13 : Cheesemore if you get any more awesome this thread is gonna explo- WHAT THE FFFUUUUUUUUUUU- *Everybody dies*BeeAre : i'm just going to go ahead and say it: this thread is cheesemore's thread now. like. he's officially spam's last post crusader, always seeking the last post like a knight looking for the holy grail. poor bastard. godspeed you goofy motherfucker.JesusChrist : 16. Cheesemore should always be addressed as "fucking Cheesemore" because he's so pathetic [see: Last one to post thread]SoulScavenger : Cheesemore, your avatar is awesome. That is all.Akaine : Cheesemore...if this was facebook, I'd approve of your comment with clicking 'like'.sam4books : Cheesemore earns an awesome point.

Appearance - Not short, not tall, but just right in his mind. Ichiro's skin is a deep tan and his hair is short, being an inch at the longest and dirty blond. He is always wearing pure-white robes that never seem to get dirty. Under it he often wears light-leather armor, or a pants/shirt set. His eyes are a radiant blue that seem to shine in the sunlight. He often spikes his hair in random directions, but only if he bothers to comb his hair once he wakes up.

Personality - A very quiet sort. He is often lost in his own thoughts and will easily over-analyze things. He enjoys listening to people talk, and enjoys even more learning about the intricacies of the human mind. He often meditates at noon, and will not react to any stimuli, unless something that catches his interest is mentioned. On the flip side he can be a very sadistic person. He can mess with people's minds at a whim, and can and will vow to destroy anyone who messes with him.

Background story - He was born into a poor family, and given to a group of priests who worshiped Kossuth. He learned about the powers of the sun, and how it could deceive with great ease. He learned how to create a mirage, and different kinds of illusions. He slowly learned that he could take control of minds, by editing and changing people's memories. He let the power go to his head and was quickly taken down by the priests. Ichiro slowly improved his powers, finally making illusions powerful enough to fool the men guarding him. He made his escape starting at noon, and was running free by one. He went across the countryside, stealing without anybody actually knowing he had stolen. He made it miles before he was finally caught, and thrown into jail. He was given a chance at redemption by being sent to a school for a gifted few. He would be set free if he could graduate. Or if the headmaster approved his release.

Type - Psyconist, and a worshiper of Kossuth

Weapon - Battlestaff (Staff with a blade concealed in the tip.) It's a wooden staff with both ends encased in metal. There's a layer of tape across the center for grip, and the runes and gems inlaid on the staff look like they were made to be filled with magic, or enchanted. It seems to glow slightly when magic is being used around it, and it has the ability to break illusions with a touch.

Trinkets - A small medallion he keeps around his neck. The back in covered with runes, while the front has a strange stone embedded into it. The gem is usually clear, but turns to a deep blue after being exposed to sunlight. It can release this stored energy in small amounts as light, or in a large flash as an attack.

Fenix13: Remember this well Gareth: With great power... comes hot bitches.

Livix wrote:ha, about the cafeteria's lunch you are all screwed except for me and McQuinny unless you bring your own lunch (McQuinny cause he's a skeleton and therefore has no stomach) and me cause i can simply eat shadows

Ichiro can just make himself think the food tastes good. Mind over matter and all that jazz.

Hey Cheezy! Should I being back my bard? Him and Epalm were totally besties. After the whole 'revenge' thing.

Teacher: Yes

Name - Lysander Von Kringst

Gender - Male

Age - 35

Height - 6 foot 2

weight - 170 lbs

Appearance - Although he is a tall person, he often slouches, making himself seem shorter than he really is. His hair is black and hangs in his eyes, no matter how often he brushes it out of his eyes, which are a deep blue. His skin ranges from a deep tan on his arms to a very pale across his chest and upper arms. He usually wears darker clothing, a T-shirt with leather armor over it. He often wears a long cape, it makes him feel important.

Personality - Lysander is known to be shy and won't talk to most people unless approached, he's an average fighter, but he scares fairly easy. When he's alone he's straightforward and only thinks about himself and learning new magic and swordplay techniques, but around others his mind is muddled and he acts like he doesn't know where he is. (when he's alone he can focus, but with others around he can't organize his thoughts) He often will wander off if something catches his eye.

Background story - Lysander was left by himself hours from birth, with a protective ankh around his neck he has fought to live, at the age of 7 he was taken in by an old man who taught him how to use his talents to weave magic through his voice and lute.He stayed with the old man until he was fourteen, and in that time he learned how to use his sword successfully, learning many types of swordplay, and how to cast music-related magic. He wandered the world for some time and ended up coming to Highschool Hell many years go, living through much hardship, and meeting his love, and a few friends. He became a teacher of the school, teaching children of the 'bardic arts'. When he left the school for a time he learned about a great goddess and became a follower of her teachings, learning to live by 'the song and the sword' or in his case, the 'song of the sword'. Because of his faith he was awarded a blade, made to enchant the very air it cuts through.

Type - Utility Bard, worshiping Elistraee

Weapon - A light sword and a lute. The Song-blade held by the high priestesses and all guardians. It serve's as both a flute and a razor sharp blade, when it slices through the very air it hum's the tune of war to weave your bardic spells.

Trikets - A small ankh that has the ability to absorb a small amount of magic. He also carries around a small blue gem that's attached to a chain. It supposedly can summon a small dragon-like creature, but most of these stories are only rumors.

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Fenix13: Remember this well Gareth: With great power... comes hot bitches.

@ Musicmac: Night-vision goggles? On a Cat person? Seem's silly considering the racial ability to see in the dark.

Edit it out and add a time-limit to your silencing rune's and your accepted.

@Counter: There is no dress code. Your strength belt need's to have a cooldown and a time limit.It will work based on energy, the longer you've been fighting the less you can use it/weaker the effect become's.The necklace is a god-mode if ever I saw it. Please remove it.

Accepted once those edit's are made.

@Triplemoon: As a bard, I would like a bit of depth in what type of bardic magic you are using. It's my own fault for mentioning it. See below and edit accordingly, after that is done you will be accepted.

@Iris: Accepted upon completion, try not to dissapoint me by giving yourself too much power in a trinket.

@Mute: Invasion of the mind is a scary task, edit the wristwatch so that the mind reading works for everyone in a large radius, only your self control and focus can decipher who is thinking. It make's it fair.

Accepted upon edit.

@Cheesemore: I have design's upon you, boy. Accepted.

@Mquinny: I have design's upon you, boy. Make sure you edit out your age to about 50ish, an undead only gains sentience in this world after their 30th year of life, it is a 'gift' from the cosmos.Accepted upon edit.

@Orange: Priest's typically do not carry Scythe's, but if you can show me that you are capable of being an 'out of the box' type I will accept it. But you need to choose, and tell me, which god you worship. Be it the one's listed in the first page, or one you have made up. If you make one up you must explain to me how it effect's you in battle.

@Gareth: First cs; If you are 2 type's they each suffer because of the unfocused path you walk. Half ability control for each, and reduced effects. Accepted.Second cs; I award your true dedication to the teachings of Elistraee by Giving you the Song-blade held by the high priestesses and all guardiands. It serve's as both a flute and a razor sharp blade, when it slices through the very air it hum's the tune of war to weave your bardic spells.Use it wisely, for to betray your fellow human's is to lose favor with the godess.

@Livix: Necromancy is impossible to master at a young age with no formal training, more often then not you would have killed yourself then returned as a mindless zombie then learn anything. Edit your powers to be that of a student, remove the insta-kill knife, and the overpowered staff. Your a student, keep that in mind, not even the owner of the school has those kinds of things.

Accepted upon immediate change. Sorry for the inconvenience.

@Tsuna: As always, I enjoy the bloodrage type of character. Accepted.

@BARD CHARACTERS: Please put in your under 'type' whether you are an 'offensive' 'defensive' or 'utility' bard. Utility to clerify work's on Enhancing physical powers of friendlies, or weakening others. More abilities to be discovered via your imagination.